The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-12-23
HOW BILL NYE HELPED A BEGGAR.
But Postage Stamp Charitabiy Bestowed
Robbed Him of His Ltv elihood

But Postage Stamp Charitebly Bestowed
Robbed Him of His livelihood.
New York Evening World
The following official correspondence is printed
to-day with the full permission of both parties:
LAUREL RooT COURT HOUSE, Ark,1
Dec. lrst 1887
Sir-I have saw in the World what is called
an expose of good many Crooked Things that
has got its Desserts now what / want is to have
you Jump Onto aud tramp into the ground some
parties in New York that has treated me ike a
dam Dog repher to Messrs linkerS banks &
Company that advertised to send me 500 Dolls of
green Goods for 80 Dolls Per express and then
send me a rode Hand greening for Witch Pade
80 Dolls aforesaid. There dot to Be a lar for
sutch Munky bzness think & so no more at
Present from Your true Friend
JOHN WESLEY MARSH.
Friend Marsh-Your kind letter has been
turned over to me- hardly know what to say.
AT first thought 1 would go to Messrs. Linkers.
Banks & Co.. and shoot them all as
they stood there, but afterward 1 concluded
to let you do 1T yourself. You think
ought to have law for such monkey bust
ness. but laws, friend Marsh, ever have been
and ever will be, powerless to lecislats brains
into the heads of the brainless, refinement into
the hearts of the vulgar, or abiding wealth into
the pockets of the idle the vicious or the idiot
ic. The law can only assist encourage and pro
tect those who desire to know more, to be more
and to have more.
1 sometimes think that if legislatures could
legislate brains painlessly into a man while he
waits, that they would turn in and sit with
closed doors for the most of the session treating
themselves to a new set all around.
In the language of the little boy who sent his
last dollar to the heather the day before the
Fourth of July. 'the fool and his money
soon parted
There are too many men in America who de-
sire to swap 30 Dolls for 5ts0 Dolls.
Yesterday, poor man at the Battery
up to me and asked for 9 cents with which to
mail letter to his wife. He talked in broken
voice, and his nose had also bee broken
He held the letter in his hand. 1t soiled
and looked as though he had been trying long
time to get postage for it. l took it in my hand.
stuck 2-cent stamp it. and mailed it in a big
red box that stood near for that purpose. /
thought he would wiring my hand and ask God
to bless me. but he mad wet hen be-
cause as / afterward learned, had robbed him
of his only means of support.
So you see, friend Marsh, you can never tell
how to take the people of New York, especially
those who are the easiest to approach Only
day two ago 1 miraculously restored
sight to the eyes of poor blind
that he could trade dollar distinct
ly ten feet away when dropped
lessly on the walk. and yet he cursed me bitterly
OH so bitterly-when / took the dollar before
he got to it. Poor man, poor man! / thought.
I trudged gayly to my tasks, you are, indeed,
q low ungrateful cuss," for was mad a
hornet.
Write to me- friend Marsh, whenever your
confidence is betrayed and will do the same,
and SO more at present from your humble adj
mirer and constant reader, BILL ME.